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A PiASTO RAL CO ME D T. 45
Symon. Baith wonder well; for, troth, I didna spare
To gie him at the school enough of lair;
And hcdelyts in books—-He reads and s peaks
With fowks that ken them, Latin words and Greelcs.
Sit Will. Wheregets he books to read.. ■ and6
what kind ?
Tho5 some give light, some blindly lead the blind.
Symon. W hene'er he drives our Sheep to Edinburgh
port,
He btiyssome Booksof Hiftory, sangs or sport:
Nor does he want of them a rowth at will,
A'nd carries ay a poutchfu'to the hill.
About ane Shakespear and a famous Ben,
He aften s peaks, and ca's them best of men.
How sweetly Hatothrenden and Sterling ling,
And ane caw'dCawhy, loyal to his king,
He kensfou well, andgarstheir verscs ring.
1 sometimes thought, that he made o'er <>reat frase
About fine poems, histories and plays.
When I reprov'd him anes— -a book be brings,
With this, quoth he, on brses I-ciack with kings.
Sir Will. He answer'd well; and much ye glad my ear,
When suchaccounts I of my shepherd hear:
Reading suchbooks can raisea peasant's mind
Above a lord's, that is notthusindin'd.
Symon. What ken we berter, that sae sindle look,
Except on xz'wy Sundays, on a book ?
When we a leaf ortwa haf read, haf spell,
'Till a'the rest sieep round as well'sour (eH.
Sir Mil. We\l \tAed,Symon,—but one question more,
I'll only ask ye now, and then give o'er.
The youth's arriv'd the age, when little loves
Flighter around young hearts, like cooing doves?
Has no young la(Iie, with inviting mein
And rosie cheek, thewonder.of the green,
Engag'd his look, and caughthis youthful heart ?
Symon. I fear'd the warst, but kend the smallest part,
'Till late I saw him twa three times mair sweet
(With Glaud's fair Niece) than I thought light or meet,
I had my fears; but now have nought to fear,
Since like your self, your fon will soon appear,
Symon. Baith wonder well; for, troth, I didna spare
To gie him at the school enough of lair;
And hcdelyts in books—-He reads and s peaks
With fowks that ken them, Latin words and Greelcs.
Sit Will. Wheregets he books to read.. ■ and6
what kind ?
Tho5 some give light, some blindly lead the blind.
Symon. W hene'er he drives our Sheep to Edinburgh
port,
He btiyssome Booksof Hiftory, sangs or sport:
Nor does he want of them a rowth at will,
A'nd carries ay a poutchfu'to the hill.
About ane Shakespear and a famous Ben,
He aften s peaks, and ca's them best of men.
How sweetly Hatothrenden and Sterling ling,
And ane caw'dCawhy, loyal to his king,
He kensfou well, andgarstheir verscs ring.
1 sometimes thought, that he made o'er <>reat frase
About fine poems, histories and plays.
When I reprov'd him anes— -a book be brings,
With this, quoth he, on brses I-ciack with kings.
Sir Will. He answer'd well; and much ye glad my ear,
When suchaccounts I of my shepherd hear:
Reading suchbooks can raisea peasant's mind
Above a lord's, that is notthusindin'd.
Symon. What ken we berter, that sae sindle look,
Except on xz'wy Sundays, on a book ?
When we a leaf ortwa haf read, haf spell,
'Till a'the rest sieep round as well'sour (eH.
Sir Mil. We\l \tAed,Symon,—but one question more,
I'll only ask ye now, and then give o'er.
The youth's arriv'd the age, when little loves
Flighter around young hearts, like cooing doves?
Has no young la(Iie, with inviting mein
And rosie cheek, thewonder.of the green,
Engag'd his look, and caughthis youthful heart ?
Symon. I fear'd the warst, but kend the smallest part,
'Till late I saw him twa three times mair sweet
(With Glaud's fair Niece) than I thought light or meet,
I had my fears; but now have nought to fear,
Since like your self, your fon will soon appear,